Gassy Friend

On a lovely date with my friend one,
But his belly's full, greasy snacks won.
Politeness prevails, so he orders more,
But oh, his bloated belly feels sore.

While chatting with me, he clench real tight,
Fantasizing about farting with all his might.
Desperation grows as the pressure builds,
He release a silent fart, oh, how it thrills.

The smell fills the air, but he don't seem to mind,
Too used to their own odors, he find.
Confident, he keep eating away,
Releasing farts, silent but deadly, all day.

To my place for a movie, we both go,
But in the car, the farting does show.
With music turned up, shamelessly he pass gas,
Leaving the car with smells that stick and last.

Finally, home, we sit on the couch,
Cuddling, the farts escape, so much pouch.
Under a blanket, we're trapped in his scent,
Enduring the stench, trying not to lament.

Nature calls, he head to the restroom space,
Unaware of my thin walls, this is the case.
With booming farts, the relief pours out,
Grunts and moans fill the air, without a doubt.

For an hour, I sit, movie paused and paused,
Listening to each turd and every plop it caused.
Post-poop farts linger as he comes my way,
And you sit there, with much dismay.

Parting ways, he kiss me so deep,
Claiming it was the most fun he'd keep.
Plans for the next date, he hopes to make,
Unaware I heard every fart he'd take.

Morning comes, and still the smell lingers,
A reminder of his bodily triggers.
But despite it all, he had no clue,
That his farting escapades, you did accrue.